I try and laugh along, but out of the corner of my eye I see that Miles is smiling like he’s in on the joke despite the fact it’s the first he’s heard of it. I’ve been looking for the right moment to bring it up with him.

‘Sorry to interrupt, again,’ says Soph, wincing. ‘I just wondered what time we’re leaving? Alfie’s getting a bit grizzly so I thought I’d start walking him in the pram.’

‘We can leave anytime now, as we’re all here.’

‘Great, I’ll pop Alfie in the pram outside and then I’ll look forward to my power laps around the park whilst you all play.’

‘You know that we’re going to be taking it in turns to push that pram, don’t you?’

‘Ha, ha, no,’ she says. ‘You’ll have to prise my hands off it. I’m happy watching you all. You heard what Douglas was like before; I don’t want to be on anyone’s team.’

I’m about to go round and tell everyone individually that we’re leaving when I catch myself thinking how long that will take. I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention.

‘Right, we’re ready to get going. We’re playing in a park, and we don’t want to leave big piles of shiny goodies for someone to take. So Soph’s said she’s happy to store any valuables like car keys and phones in the bottom of the pram. So once you’ve given them to her all you need to bring are your water bottles and yourselves. Let’s go.’

There’s a few excited cheers and everyone does what I say. When everyone gets ready it hits me what I’ve just done. It might not be the biggest crowd, but my heart’s still beating rapidly. Speaking in front of crowds might not come naturally to me, but it’s slowly getting easier.

It’s a relief that twilight frisbee has gone down so well. It doesn’t have quite the dramatic effect it has when it’s pitch black, but there’s still a fun to it in the fading light with the frisbee shining bright. There’s only a couple of points in it and the game is almost finished.

Aaron’s got the frisbee and I see an opening near the goal and I make a break for it, only Joel, who’s done such an excellent job of marking me, spots me and runs and blocks me.

‘You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought that you played netball at school.’ I try and keep light on my toes, dodging left and right.